Oh and here's my adventure from this weekend:
Friday: Didn't do much because I had to get up at 7AM on Saturday. Went and saw Harold and Kumar 2, kind of disappointing but I don't really remember much of the movie anyway. The popcorn was really good, and the funniest thing was me ordering . The guy behind the counter was laughing at me the entire time. Fuck him.
Saturday: I went to a horse race in Charlottesville on Saturday, it's a big event with like 25,000 people and it's mostly college students who come there to get completely wasted. The fun is that you dress up (shirt/tie/sundresses) and drink, meet random people from other schools, etc. This was my first time, and it was fun. Within 10 minutes of being there two girls walk up to me and asked me to play their game, which consisted of me tasting their drink and whichever one I liked more was the winner. The girl who had the drink I liked more got to make out with me. I didn't play the game, but I liked the concept. So anyway I start the day with some beer, and then progress to my bourbon and cokes and Southern Comfort and cokes. I did a lot of stuff that I don't remember doing, but nothing bad really. I met a lot of people who I don't remember, and even got turned down by a girl simply because of my age. Everything was going great until she found out I was 18 and she was 22. Her loss.
Anyway, here's where the real story starts: I got stranded at the race. I had gone with my friend over to the Sponsors area (his parents are friends with one of the race sponsors so we went over there to get free expensive cigars.) It started raining. Hard. The other people say I got separated because I was flirting with some girls and walked off, but the way I remember it is that when I left the sponsors area and went back to our tailgate everybody was gone. I got under the tent next to ours, and they gave me some jungle juice they had made. I drank it fast and made friends. One guy told me that since I had nowhere to stay and my people left me, I could stay/party with them back at UVA. They didn't have any more room in their car but if I rode the free shuttle back to UVA then I could call them up. I do this. We get to the campus and I get off of the bus. After getting off I proceed to fall into the street, right under the bus. I'm afraid I'm going to be run over and try to get up. I fail. Finally a girl helps me up, but I am too drunk to remember to try and hook up with her. So I walk to a bench near Jefferson's statue and sit down, trying to figure out what to do. I can't keep my head up and am just sitting on the bench very dirty (my shirt is ruined) basically looking homeless. Eventually 2 guys and a girl come up to me and start talking to me. She gives me a band aid for my knee and takes me phone. Somehow she called a friend of mine who had gone to the race with us but was staying with his girlfriend in Charlottesville. She just happens to be my fraternity brothers sister. They come and get me and I am saved. I the random UVA students thank you and give the girl a hug and a kiss on the forehead. I was very grateful. So when I get back to the house I meet the parents, debate that I had not actually fallen but look like shit for some other reason. Then I fall asleep. The next day I hung around their house for awhile, and around 4 they had a big family dinner at their aunts house. I went to that, and they're Greek so it was big and I love Greek food so I enjoyed this. I ended up getting back to my school last night, about 34 hours after I left.
Nobody's going to read this, it's too long. I was going to write a short version but then I got lazy. Fuck you.
